When he did not make me a Supermodel.
My (super gay) friend Jason was coming to visit us in Philly today, and I felt that I owed him a fabulous outfit. Thanks to my shopping yesterday, I had just the thing. So I got dressed at 11:00am this morning, all complete with brown heeled boots, American Apparel leggings, a great brown sweater, and the brick colored American Apparel (love it) circle scarf.
We do show one. I start to feel a bit of pain in the balls of the feet.
We meet with Jason and friend #2 (Nick) in between shows, and part of my feet are numb.
We do show two, and my awesome boots come off as soon as the show starts and no one can see me.
The show is over, and I limp back to my room to soak the balls of my feet, put on padded socks under the boots, and refuse to change the cute and acceptable gay loving outfit.
I decide to pay $6 to take a cab down the street to the piano bar, steal a seat from someone at the piano, have a great time, and pay $6 back to the hotel. Some of my friends might have walked faster than my cab, but not in these shoes!
Point being- how on EARTH do people wear heals every day of their lives without being miserable? Pedicure with foot massage... here I come!
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